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Older Roots. As the galley proofs of the new Burke's appeared, however, a few fortunate families found themselves tied to a past they never suspected. Sir Edward John Chichester learned from conscientious Editor Pine that one of his ancestors was knighted in the 13th rather than the 14th century. Earl Howe, three of whose lordly antecedents fought Washington in the American Revolution and whose family never dared peep behind Henry VIII for forbears, learned that his line went right back to Richard I, second of the Plantagenets. "There is a very great probability," said Editor Pine last week...
...spruce-covered Newfoundland hills one morning last week, the tiny (34-ton) whaler Arctic Skipper put out from the weathered jetty at Dildo and chuffed at a steady six knots down Trinity Bay. Deck hands were just finishing their breakfast of fried eggs, sausage and coffee in the tiny galley when a lookout cried: "Pothead!"† Captain Iver Iversen rang the engine signal. As the Skipper picked up speed, the whales sounded. When they came up again, they were heading out to sea, and a deck hand fired a rifle shot to turn them. A red signal flag went...
Someone else was trying to solve the Iranian problem last week. Her name was Madame Sadika Garagozlou. She was a slim ash blonde with full-blown lips and eyes that would melt the heart of an Italian galley pirate, if not of a British diplomat. In Rome last week, she left behind a trail of perfume, but what she had to sell was more pungent: Iranian...
...looking for. So on the hot, week-long troop-train ride from New York to San Francisco, while a beer party flowed at one end of his Pullman and a petty officer noisily snored in the seat opposite, Lieut. Commander Spock patiently indexed away, his lap lost under galley proofs and long sheets which slowly filled up with 1,500 entries like "Bottle feeding-bubbling," and "Bedtime-keeping it happy." Part of Spock's drive stems, perhaps, from the fact that he was not a Spock baby himself. His father was a successful New Haven lawyer who resembled...
Into one pitfall he never fell. For all his interest in racing and breeding thoroughbreds, he was never a pedigree expert, a profession in which two and two must somehow be brought to equal five. "I breed Discovery to Galley Slave," he says, restating the old maxim: "Breed the best to the best and hope for the best...